“I second that,” Milo, a club prospect, agrees.
His lips are glued to Draco’s ball sac.
“I said we wait,” Zeus’s authoritative tone cuts through the night. “And going to his house ain’t happening. Just because we have public officials on our payroll doesn’t mean we can act wild west in the streets. Making noise in a residential neighborhoodwould bring too much heat down on us. Especially if an innocent got hurt, or worse, killed.”
Did something crawl up Draco’s ass and die? He’s been sulky since this morning, which is nothing new, but his theatrics are on a hundred today. I chuckle softly to myself.
Draco’s angry gaze zooms in on me. “Something funny, motherfucker?”
“Yeah.” I nod my head in the affirmative. “Your bitch ass.”
He strides toward me, his fists clenched at his sides. “We’ll see who’s the bitch.”
“Come on,” Snake gripes irritably. “Can you two skip the pissing contest for tonight?”
“Can’t,” I respond, straightening from my slouch against the wall. “Gotta piss like a racehorse.”
“Let it go.” Cricket grabs my arm. “We got bigger fish to fry.”
“It’s cool.” I wink, pulling away from him. “This won’t take long.”
“Rein that shit in before I break a foot off in both y’all asses,” Zeus threatens.
“Then how would you walk?” I deadpan.
Zeus’s eyes narrow to slits. “Don’t test me, boy.”
Draco hocks a loogie on the ground at my feet, then spins on his heel. Some of the thick mucus landed on the toe of my right boot. That’s a slight I refuse to ignore.
“I saw Tulip yesterday.” Draco stops dead in his tracks, body winding tighter than a virgin asshole. “I don’t usually fuck older broads, but she was looking real sweet. Might make an exception for her and feed that lonely pussy some young dick.”
“Savage,” Cricket mumbles.
“Fuck, did you have to go there?” Snake whines.
Draco whips around and charges forward, a feral sound erupting from his throat. Just as we’re about to clash, Snake jumps between us, his arms spread wide to stop the fight. The punch meant for me lays him flat on his back. He staggers to his feet, rubbing along his jawline.
“Fuck, Draco, you almost broke my goddamn jaw!” he exclaims.
“Your dumb ass shouldn’t have gotten in the fucking way.”
“Motherfucker!” Snake bellows, swinging a right hook into Draco’s chin.
They go head-to-head—ducking, dodging, and throwing punches. Draco lands a calculated blow to Snake’s abdomen. He grunts, air swooshing from his lungs.
“You’re way out of your league, pup,” Draco taunts, his knuckles barreling toward Snake’s face.
Snake ducks the jab and strikes back, smashing his forehead into Draco’s.
“You little shits should’ve been swallowed,” Zeus snaps, stomping over to them.
Jigsaw keeps pace at his side. They work together to pull them apart.
Cricket sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “See what you started?”
“Well, you know me,” I drawl, shrugging a shoulder. “I’m the life of the party.”
Distinctive rumbling rends the air, and everyone stills. Adrenaline flares to life in my veins.
